"So you're saying i'm lucky I got my thank you kiss from the dog and not you. Because your mouth is filthy." Natasha nods her head once. "Noted." She is absolutely giving this man shit, but in her defense, it is incredibly easy to give him shit.

Minor seems utterly thrilled that he's got two humans using four total hands to lavish attention on him. He's a cute little thing, even if Natasha is pretty cure he's going to be trouble for his owner. "It's kind of embarrassing, yeah, but only because you're going around telling people." Again, just so easy. Minor snuffles happily, sneezing at nothing, as puppies do, and trying to lick the both of them at once. Which, of course, does not work. It's an unbelievably adorable failure, though.

A master assassin, with leaves in her hair, sitting on the ground with a random guy, petting a puppy. At least Clint isn't around. Her shame is relatively secret, and the only one to see it is a guy who, she can already tell, is even more ridiculous than she could ever hope to be. Not a bad thing, necessarily. Civilians have that luxury.